september 20th, 2018
T H R O U G H T H E W I N D O W
she watches the empty amber roads
between the rows of midnight houses
and listens for the low melodies
of distant city streets.
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Poetryrepainting my world with the words silently formed by my rose-dipped lips. • 972 in poetry
T H R O U G H T H E W I N D O W
september 20th, 2018
T H R O U G H T H E W I N D O W
she watches the empty amber roads
between the rows of midnight houses
and listens for the low melodies
of distant city streets.